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I CHOSE HER

Surya glanced at the flower-shaped wall clock that is in poly practice. The man paced back and forth agitatedly thinking of Kinanti. For a week he had kept his wife quiet. His heart was completely muddled withstanding the yearning as well as jealousy towards Kinanti.

It seemed, he had to come to terms with an exaggerated sense of anxiety. After he investigated the account of the famous author, there was nothing to show the special relationship between them. Only occasionally did he see the love response from Kinanti in some of the author's posts.

This time, the tea-loving man had to try to understand the wife's work. Moreover, he is very understanding, if Kinanti does have a hospitality that is quite extraordinary so that anyone feels comfortable nearby.

Although a little disturbed by some of the posts uploaded by the author, he still tried to convince himself if it was not a big thing. He does not want a mahligai who has been a dozen years knitted destroyed because of blind jealousy and momentary emotions.

Surya picked up his briefcase, then ran towards the parking lot. He wanted to go home because he missed Kinanti deeply.

After a long time of staying on top of the aridity, Surya again found the clear lake of Kinanti's smile that welcomed her arrival that afternoon. Bagaskara began to pull over to the contest, just like his heart.

A sweet smile came from Surya's face. After thinking deeply, he realized that he was not able to linger silent Kinanti. He missed the spoiled look of the woman. Slowly, he approached, stroking the wife's tanned hair.

Although initially surprised by Surya's attention, Kinanti just follow the husband's will over him.

Surya took Kinanti's fingers to their room. There is a desire to be restrained and had seasoned jealousy that needs release.

“Honey, sorry mas ka—” Surya said softly, then dampen the desire in the warm kiss of the wife.

Like Surya, Kinanti felt a passion that enveloped her entire mind. Warmth ran through her heart as she felt the shiver of her husband's desire. Put the phone originally, then embrace Surya back.

Surya also grabbed Kinanti's waist. A kiss that he had long since missed, re-snapped unstoppable. He loved Kinanti so much, so very much.

Two people who hold each other back a feeling, now together reach the breaking point of releasing longing.

Breathing that gasps each other and a heart rate that pumps faster. The sweat empties into the body, completing a longing.

An hour passed, Surya was soundly asleep on the right side of Kinanti. There was a sense of comfort as Kinanti looked at Surya's face. He stroked the fine hair around the husband's cheek. His lentic finger continued down to the left temple of the man.

There were stitches from the accident that her husband had experienced. The accident that took the life of her mother.

His father-in-law once said that Surya had experienced amnesia. However, throughout the nearly fifteen years they were married, Kinanti felt Surya had made a full recovery. According to him, no memory is forgotten, the memories on the journey sheet of Surya life are clearly displayed in every moment.

“Slept tight, Mas. I love you much.” Kinanti whispered while peeping Surya's forehead for a long time.

Despite enjoying each moment they were united, Kinanti let out a little sigh of frustration. Sometimes, he wants afterplay and exchanges sweet words after romance. However, the smooth and regular snoring made it unbearable to wake Surya up. He stared at the ceiling until drowsiness attacked and put him to sleep.

***

Sunday morning this time it felt more cheerful at the Kinanti house. The Twins were running early in the morning in the park of the Alexandria Jakabaring Housing complex. The playground and jogging track that became a facility from the housing was not far from their homes.

Sarma is cutting out yellowed leaves. He rearranged the location of flower pots on the side of the terrace of the house.

Surya commented on the most handsome smile he had. How happy he is because the relationship with his wife is back.

“Udah, Honey sit just sweet on it.” Surya said to Kinanti when his wife was about to help him cook.

Kinanti only smiled with her hand on her chin. Tired of looking at her husband's back, she shuffled her arms around Surya from behind. The smell of the man's body was like opium.

Surya enjoys the wife's embrace while continuing to wash dishes in the sink. The embrace of the new Kinanti was released when the voices of the two daughters and her mother-in-law became clearer from the direction of the door.

“Yeaaay, papa cook fried rice seafood.” Arqee shouted in excitement as she approached Surya.

“You, cake never eat fried rice seafood aja, anyway, Qee,” Sharqee kalem added.

“Not ever, but papa has long ago not masakin we fried rice beginian. Hmmm, yes.” The girl sat tasting a mouthful of rice.

“Wash hands first, ah. You custom if from outside directly nyomot food, Cu.” Sarma patted the arm of her favorite grandson.

Surya and Kinanti just smiled while shaking their heads at the behavior of their youngest daughter. In the middle of breakfast, Surya pulled out a long white envelope. The envelope was thrust towards Kinanti.

“What is this, Mas?”

“Open aja, gift for Honey.” Surya sat in front of Kinanti while gulping down water.

“What order do I give a gift to Kinan? Birthday is still a long time, anniversary is also still a few months away.” Kinanti glanced at the husband, then opened the top of the envelope.

Kinanti screamed hysterically as she looked at the contents inside the envelope. Two VIP concert tickets are tucked in there.

“Celine Dion!” Kinanti slightly shouted shut her mouth with her right hand.

Haru's taste enveloped him. She got out of the chair to hug her husband from behind. How happy he will be to watch his favorite singer in person since the first school.

“Cie ... cie .. The cake no one wants to walk us anymore, Kak.” Arqee seduces her mother. Bungsu is more expressive than his twin brother.

The couple only smiled at Arqee's voice.

“Still, yes, Mas. Kinan seneng.” Kinanti still hugged Surya.

Now, replace the head-scalding Sarma seeing Kinanti's spoiled behavior.

“It was a gift as a redeemer due to the busyness of the past few months and apologies about the yesterday.” Surya looked at Kinanti's face while stroking the wife's arm.

My heart is filled with flowers. A happy light emanated from his eye bead. Truly, the love of the husband is never alpa to him.

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